Two portraiteers reassure each other

(warning - these poems written in 45 seconds are becoming increasingly shitty!)

Oh you're a fool

to expect what you tinkle
to truly impress

This is dusting
-light shapeless sprinkles,
elevator music for
Rip Van Winkle

But when I wake up
the whispering stops and
the screaming starts
then I'll holler
‘bring your camera’

-or, make it an axe

you can hew me permanently, I swear

until then, just relax.

1 comment:

Kaolin Fire said...

Clever to call it shitty and start with talk of urination. :)